|I hate that this is not as I want it to be|
This page reminded me of when I first started journalling.I was painting and the colour's felt all yuck and I could get it right. It was hot and I found it all really frustrating .Felt like I didn't know what I was doing and it had no purpose. I made the decision to paint some words down and write what was happening and here it is .Always the profound when this happens and I am not surprised anymore by how this works.
|Flowers in the hospice garden - Roses and lady's mantle.|